A girl who's sweet enough but crushed by world's behaviour takes a turn and becomes the coldest revenge taker..how does that sound always a guy mafia sounds so cringe let's have some fun with Maya Verma..
In the tumultuous depths of passion and dece...
Daksh notices Maya asleep on the couch and gently lifts her into his arms, cradling her carefully as he carries her to his bed.
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Daksh: "You shouldn't sleep here, Maya. It's not comfortable."
Maya stirs slightly, half-asleep as she nestles against him.
Maya: "Mmm... Where are we going?"
Daksh: "To bed. You'll sleep better there." As Daksh carries Maya to his bed, she stirs, her eyes fluttering open with a mischievous glint.
Maya: "Well, this is unexpected."
Daksh chuckles softly, adjusting her in his arms.
Daksh: "You looked uncomfortable on the couch."
Maya grins, a playful gleam in her eyes.
Maya: "And you thought carrying me to your bed was the solution?"
Daksh shrugs, a smirk playing on his lips.
Daksh: "Seemed like a good idea at the time."
Maya chuckles, feeling amused by the situation as Daksh holds her in his arms his veins were clearly visible making him damn hot. Daksh while carrying walks slowly on purpose just to hold her and keep her a bit close to him. Maya: "Tum maza le rahe ho na?" [Are you enjoying this?]
Daksh's gaze remains steady, his voice holding a hint of challenge.
Daksh: "Ho sakta hai. Tum mere bistar mein achhi lagti ho." [Maybe. You look good in my bed.]
Maya's eyebrow quirks up, a smirk playing on her lips.
Maya: "Sach? Aur main toh soch rahi thi tum mujhe bilkul pasand nahi karte." [Really? And here I was thinking you didn't like me at all.]
Daksh's lips twitch with a hint of a smile, though his tone remains aloof.
Daksh: "Apni tareef mat karo, Maya. Sirf thoda comfy hai yeh." [Don't praise yourself, Maya. It's just more comfortable this way.]
Maya's laughter fills the air, a cool edge to her amusement.
Maya: "Jitna chahe, Daksh. Par mujhse shukriya mat ummeed karna." [As much as you want, Daksh. But don't expect gratitude from me.]
He lays Maya down on the bed with deliberate care , eyes locked into each other. Maya: *whispers* "Daksh..."
Daksh: *low, husky voice* "Maya..."
Maya: *breathlessly* "Daksh, what are you doing?"
Daksh: *leaning in closer* "I have no idea ."
Maya's heart races as Daksh's lips hover dangerously close to hers, their breaths mingling in the heated silence.
Maya: *barely audible* "But..."
Daksh pauses, his gaze intense as he hovers inches away from her lips, the anticipation thick in the air, a silent invitation hanging between them, begging to be fulfilled. Daksh withdraws abruptly, his demeanor turning icy as he puts some distance between himself and Maya.
